(6/12/2007) I suppose that experiencing The Devil's Brew is part of college life. Usually one starts with beer sometime during the freshman year. My first experience came during semester break during my sophomore year when I by passed beer altogether and went directly to firewater. I wasn't especially looking foreword to semester break that year because all my friends would be going home and I would be left there, primarily alone, without much to do, even the dining hall closed during semester break. I remembered what a deserted place it was during the semester break of my freshman year. This year, though, I had a plan. I had never seen the movie “The Lost Weekend” but I knew what it was about, or at least I thought I did. It was about a man who got drunk and lost a weekend. So I thought that I could lose a semester break the same way. I talked it over with some of my fellow sophomores and the consensus of opinion seemed to be “Yep, that should work”. So I had a friend go into town for some firewater. He returned with a fifth of I. W. Harpers.

Finals ended at noon on Wednesday and registration for the second semester wasn't until Monday. So I waved goodbye to my friends early Wednesday afternoon and went to my room where Mr. Harpers and two cans of Upper Ten were waiting. I poured about a half inch of I. W. Harpers into a glass, filled it the rest of the way with Upper Ten, chugged it down, ran over and jumped into bed. I lay there. Nothing happened. Not enough, I thought. I got up, poured a half inch of I. W. Harpers into the glass, filled it the rest of the way with Upper Ten, chugged it down and ran over and jumped into bed. Nothing happened. After one more time I began to notice that something was starting to happen but it wasn't what I expected. I needed more. By now I was running short on Upper Ten so this time I reversed the proportions - a half inch of Upper Ten topped off with I. W. Harpers. I chugged that down as quickly as I could and jumped into bed. This time things started to happen. My room started spinning around and around. The spinning room made me sick - oh did it ever. The last thing I remember was hugging my waste paper basket and calling over and over for someone named Ralph. When I awoke I was in bed and it was about 5 PM and much to my dismay it was still Wednesday. I felt fine except for being very thirsty. After drinking several glasses of water, dumping out what remained of Mr. Harpers, I walked into town looking for a place to eat and wondering what I would do until Monday.